"What do they do?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Is there something wrong?

They are translators.

This is a translator who has been secretly selected and trained a year ago. I am afraid that on an occasion like today, there will be any accidents where the words do not convey the meaning.

Jiang Wangshu asked knowingly. After receiving the answer, he waved his hand impatiently:

"Let them retreat. What kind of translator do you want? They also choose young women. If you can't understand Chinese, don't listen. Who is spoiling their bad habits? You comrade, I want to criticize you."

When Su Mu heard this, he rolled his eyes secretly.

Lao Jiang, don’t imitate me.

But this move is a beautiful one.

This is definitely Jiang Wangshu's genius.

If any one of the more than forty people on the other side is said to be proficient in Chinese, it is an understatement.

As the traditional aristocrats of Japan's Fuso family, they must learn Chinese from the beginning of their enlightenment. Their Chinese language proficiency far exceeds that of most ordinary people in China.

Can't understand?

If you don't understand, get out.

As soon as Jiang Wangshu finished speaking, the other party's face, which was already darkened, became even more gloomy.

Only the Minister of Defense was still in meditation.

And that Fujiwara, with a smile on his face, looked at Jiang Wangshu and said in a slightly weird but extremely well-spoken Chinese:

"Jiang Wangshu Jun, why are you so angry? It damages the magnanimity of this great country."

Jiang Wangshu smiled softly:

"The magnanimity of a great nation is towards its people."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sato's expression suddenly changed.

The group of people behind him were even more excited.

In other words, they are not human.

Su Mu was a little dumbfounded.

Lao Jiang, are you playing tricks?

The two countries were at war and still did not kill the envoys.
Chapter completed!